They Live, We Die
If I had rocked any harder last night, I would have actually broken the interdimensional barrier and ascended to Rock and Roll Valhalla, where I would be greeted by 72 virgins, Thor, god of thunder, and King Warren, Destroyer of the Tara Beast, and accepted into their fairytale world whose mystery is exceeded only by its power.
But I was a little smashed, so I went home to sleep it off instead.
But I was a little smashed, so I went home to sleep it off instead.